|A Springtime (imaginary) tea party in Sky Meadows, Washington.|
As my Dad's health and energy waned over the years, the result of 50 years of smoking, the garden became more and more my domain, but he always kept his flower box fresh with seasonal flowers and we spent hours upon hours sitting in two chairs in front of it talking about women's tennis and cheddar cheese and international politics and English league soccer and the nature of reality and more than anything, his life story. A glorious story full of unlikely adventures in an English orphanage before, during, and after WWII and stints living in Saudi Arabia and Seattle and Indonesia.
|St. George Runner Beans, made as favors for my Dad's memorial service.|
|The Georges and Papa and Dutch and Mugsy in front of the future site of the "Dad" garden.|
|Lutyens Bench, an English classic.|
|Rhododendron 'Loderi King George' planted in The Portland Nursery parking lot, Stark St location.|
Regardless, I'm looking forward to having a place to commune with my Dad come Spring and to reflect on all our happy porch chats. I'll see you in the garden, Dad.